Maybe Poem by Ibrahim Bidu

I sit
I stare
I try to rise
I hesitate
Though feebly I finally manage.
I stick my right foot out
It recoils shyly,
Drawing a curse and a swear
That I have no strength to utter
I push the left forward:
Creaking, grumbling it goes
A step I manage to take at last.
I wish I had not stepped out at all.
It’s dark,
It seems cold,
I wish I had borrowed a coat,
And at least a torch
That I would have shone.
The road ahead seems long,
I see a mountain just on the horizon
My feet are bruised thanks to the potholes
And the slip down that damn valley
Has left my back in bad shape.
But why didn’t I choose to stay?
So the mountain and unseen valleys
This time I can afford to miss.
I stumble,
I fall,
But up to my feet struggle
I hesitate,
I look back
The desire to get back
To familiar ground grips my heart.
But the desire to see what’s ahead this counteracts.
May be,
Just behind the mountain,
That impedes my vision;
May be,
Just beyond that valley;
May be,
After this potholed stretch
Is a smooth stretch spurs me on
The smooth stretch that would help me get
To the Promised Land I guess